Who: Agatha Timms and Fredrick Catchlove
What: A library lecture >___>
Where: Oh jk a bookstore lecture x)



There was a very interesting lecture being told by a very interesting Oxford professor in the very interesting front of the interesting bookstore. It was so interesting that Fredrick had invited Agatha to sit in and listen to the very interesting time. It was interesting. It was so, very, interesting.

But--apparently Fredrick's tongue down her throat was much, much more interesting to Agatha.

She wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, mostly it was a series of subtle events that started with them being late and having to stand in the back of the audience. Then something along the lines of noticing a display in an aisle over, and then there was a notice of how quiet and empty it was, and how far away they'd managed to meander from the crowd.

The book spines against her back made her think that this must be every Ravenclaws' dream. Getting snogged senselessly against a bookshelf? What could be better! Her hands tightened their grip around the back of Fredrick's head, wondering how on earth she hadn't kissed him before this.

One of Fredrick's hands gripped her waist. His fingers stretched the fabric, pulling down the top of her shirt the tiniest bit. He didn't care that it meant his hand was smashing against the spine of an old book almost painfully. He felt shameless for doing so, but his hips kept on pressing hard into hers despite how many times he tried to control himself. The whole thing lead to him pressing and pushing his body against and into hers, then pulling away almost teasingly, all the while his other hand wrested with her hair. From a distance it looked like some sort of strange dance.

Oh, the professor was Fredrick's. He'd always made a special trip to attend his lectures on some of the philosophical texts he had studied. And the reason they had been late was because Fredrick had spent twenty minutes picking out the perfect cardigan (one that looked fashionable and not like something his dad would wear). But he didn't care about any--any of those things right now. All he could concentrate on was feeling Agatha's warm breath on his face as he snuck his lips down to bite her earlobe and to start kissing her neck.

Haaa---when was the last time she actually snogged a bloke? That break in time was definitely the reason why she was so eager to literally latch herself onto Fredrick in this quiet spot. Maybe if her last boyfriend hadn't been in the middle of her seventh year at Hogwarts (Merlin--) she would not have fallen so easily into his advances but---oh, who the hell was she kidding? All Agatha had been able to think about outside of SETMAC (because that was always first on her mind, thanks) was Fredrick.

Not even thoughts of snogging him (well, there were those, but), but just seeing him and talking to him and getting him to laugh and smile again---ugh. She hated thinking that way and it usually ended with her kicking or snapping at someone (sometimes both if it was a friend!). No way was a boy allowed to make her act like some mindless dolt!

Except Agatha did not hesitate in pressing her body hard into Fredrick's, and though she'd managed to remain somewhat aware of their surroundings she couldn't hold back the groan escaping from the back of her throat. If they got caught---well, she'd kill him.

This had to rank on one of his top fantasies fulfilled ever. Not that he hopelessly dreamed about snogging Agatha (obviously it wasn't that hopeless of a dream to begin with), but who didn't want to try snogging in a library once? Anyway, he thought about Agatha enough as it was. He'd spent so many hours goofing off, thinking of little ways to annoy her and make her smile at the same time. It had become one of his favourite past times. He didn't even enjoy the nickname Aggie; he only liked the look on her face every time she said it--Jesus, he'd thought about this too much already.

Fredrick grinned against her neck. Partially because he couldn't stop the running commentary of 'I can't believe we're snogging' in his head, and also because of the little moan she made. Really, though, it would have only been a matter of time before one of them broke the silence in the bookstore and let a moan escape. His blue eyes flickered towards her and he went, "Shhh," teasingly.

Agatha's lips twisted in a great smirk, feeling a brand new flush cover her face. He wasn't supposed to have heard that. And it wasn't her fault, anyway. How was she supposed to stop natural reactions of her body? No, they were participating in sexual activities, of course she was going to--

---he was definitely teasing her again.

A rarely heard, playful voice popped up into Agatha's head, telling her to take it. Take the teasing, smile, and continue to let him do that thing he was doing to her neck, because that was good.

Hm---nope, not going to let him think he won.

"Shut up," she muttered, pressing her nose into Fredrick's cheek before managing to twisting and move and capture his lips again. Ah, see. That was better.

The twisting caused Fredrick's body to press into her harder than he had before. He felt every inch of her against his chest, wriggling the tiniest bit against his. When he moved his lips this way on her neck, her hips would wriggle that way. When his fingers pressed into her waist they'd move this way. It was an amazing sort of cause-and-effect, scientific experiment. What wasn't so scientific was the way his mouth pushed against hers like he was, grasping for something unreachable, and his tongue slid smoothly past her lips. A crooked smile begin to appear on his face and, in defiance of her order to shut up, Fredrick let out an unmistakable, loud groan.

She couldn't help it--Agatha laughed into his mouth. Trying to make up for it she kissed him quickly again, but her arms tightened around his waist in amusement. She dropped her head back against the books to catch a breath, because it really was impossible to snog and not breathe, and if there was a way, well--she had definitely not perfected it yet.

"You're going to get us caught," she murmured, taking the initiative and blowing a bit of his hair out of his face. Agatha's fingers had twitched to do the job themselves, but she found herself enjoying the feeling of holding Fredrick close a bit too much.

She spoke too soon, of course, and the sound of voices approaching made Agatha let out a squeak. Ahh---no, definitely did not want to be looked at as one of those girls and---"Getoffgetoff!"

Fredrick smiled at her. He was enjoying this quiet moment (which was unusual for him; he normally liked to be on the run). While she blew his hair out of his face, all he wanted to do was lean forward and peck her on the lips again.

"Wha? We're not doing anything wrong," Fredrick hissed, finding his body suddenly cold as she pushed away from him. His arms hung loosely at his side and he frowned. "C'mon, Aggie."

"Don't call me---" Oh, hell, her face was as red as a bloody quaffle as a pair of students passed, and without thinking (because if she was thinking she would not have done it), Agatha rushed into Fredrick, burying her face in his chest so that whoever it was that was passing (it sounded like a bloody stampede going by). Oy, her hand even gripped onto his shirt and--and---

"Sorry!" she let out, feeling absolutely ridiculous and---it was just that she'd always had such public troubles with boys and--being looked at and---"I--can we---gosomewheremore---I mean to say--not---in public?"

Fredrick tried to put on a serious face. He really truly did. He knew it was cruel to make fun of how embarrassed she was by a couple of passing students, but he'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist.

"You're gonna wrinkle my shirt," he said. The snicker was barely contained. It may his voice a higher pitch then usual. The minute he caught sight of her bright red face he was a goner. Fredrick broke into a full, deep laugh.

"Oh, Jesus, Aggie, it was only a couple of students," he told her, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her away a little, trying to force her to let go of his shirt and look up at him. "They've probably made out here too. Probably done more, even."

She waited to make sure the crowd had passed before actually allowing herself to realize it was silly. Agatha sighed and ducked her eyes for a second before looking back up at Fredrick, face properly flushed. She could kick herself for showing that moment of weakness, but bloody honestly. She didn't need people looking in on personal matter like snogging with her---with whatever Fredrick was, to her.

"Thank you so much for finding so much amusement in my embarrassment," she said, but it was already lifting. Nothing bad had happened (though maybe no one had actually seen anything), and Fredrick hadn't gone and dropped her for being a bit shy. Huh. Well. That was good, at least. Her hand went up to his and Agatha let out a breath, managing to twist her wrist enough to intertwine their fingers.

"The back of Flourish and Blotts is a lot emptier," she murmured, attempting to gain some sort of rebel-points back, if you could call it that, "And within walking distance."

Fredrick rose his eyebrows. She wasn't angry over how he teased her? He honestly hadn't seen that coming. Most girls made a face at him whenever he made fun of them. It seemed like no one could take a joke anymore. Finding someone who could was very refreshing.

At the mention of Flourish and Blotts, though, he felt his shoulders tighten and his body stiffen up suddenly. Last time he'd been in Diagon Alley it hadn't ended well. He wasn't even sure he had his ID on him (must've left it in his other pants).

"Erm," Fredrick started to say. He let go of her hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Erm. Sure?"

"Does your bump still hurt?" It was her turn to tease, and Agatha swung his hand between them. "I've a pretty perfect pureblood, remember? I'll just cry about my rich mum getting oh so offended by all of this."

The look on Agatha's face as she spoke these words showcased how disgusted she was at the prospect of having to lie like that, but, she would for him. Not that she wasn't a pureblood and her mum wasn't rich, but she didn't even let her parents give her rent money, why the hell would she try to throw her name around?

Well. It did come in handy when she wanted that bigger office in the Ministry for S.E.T.M.A.C., but that was for the animals. "Or---" the store had quieted down a bit, "I suppose we could just stay here."

Her eyebrows rose. Honestly? She just wanted to start snogging him again. She'd have to deal with the consequences of being in public.

"I dunno if that Pureblood thing will help," Fredrick replied, sounding very unsure. "I mean, one of my parent's is and I still got bothered, you know?"

He hated thinking that suddenly his life was the concern of the Ministry. It seemed absolutely ridiculous. They never cared about him before, so why now? As awful as it sounded, it wasn't like he could ever hurt a wizard. He couldn't even make sparks fly out of a wand.
"Maybe we should just get ice cream? Or--I dunno. Did you want to keep snogging?" His cheeks were starting to turn the lightest shade of pink. Since when did he sound like such a dork?

Agatha couldn't help the roll of her eyes, and even though she'd been the most awkward little thing ever just a few seconds ago, she was still able to find much amusement in Fredick's blush and---sigh. She'd always told herself that she wasn't allowed to get stupid about a boy ever again, and stupid by Agatha's definition was finding all of his little...his little...things (she couldn't even think of a better word, she was so stupid!) were cute. It was bad, it was so bad, but not matter how she tried she couldn't help it.

"Oy," she let out, pushing herself up to kiss him once more. Let's just forget that whole interruption had ever even happened.

Fredrick grinned against her lips. It was a wide smile and he was finding it very hard to not show his teeth. A small laugh ran through his body and he put his hands on her waist, squeezing it lightly, his fingers tickling her the tiniest bit. "Oh? What's this? I thought you didn't want to snog in a bookstore where we might get caught."

Honestly, men just needed to trust the women in their lives more. They should trust them when they wanted to stop doing something, and they should trust them when they wanted to start it back up. The woman knew best, and it was probably going to take another millennium to get men to realize this basic and simple logic. Their lives would be so much easier if they did.

"Are you going to talk," she mumbled against his mouth, pushing closer, "or are you going to snog me?"

"Talk, talk, talk," he murmured against her lips before opening his mouth just a teeny bit to nibble on her bottom lip with his teeth. His hands went from her waist to her hips, and pulled her closer. She wasn't going to get anymore arguments out of him today. "And make you talk too," he added, kissing her neck.